Marilyn looked dumbstruck....."KENNEDYYYYYYYY!!!" she screeched. "MR.KENNEDYYYYY!!" She ran and hid behind a rack of shirts.

After a few moments, a large Inustani, a Doberman, came out and crossed his arms. " Another one?" He sighed and grabbed Thorwen by his collar. "OUT!OUT!OUT!OUT!" He bark and tossed Thorwen out the door and into the middle of the street spooking a chocobo and its rider, as well as the people walking by.

"Marilyn got another one!" Someone yelled.

"I count it as the 5 one this week!" Came a reply

Meanwhile....

"It's out a sea right now. But don't you worry about that. You just get yourself to Middith and wait."

Meanwhile, another prepares to aid Andy in his goal. Too impatient to knock on the door and wait, he merely lets himself in. As he glances around for any interesting-looking "shinies," he overhears the conversation in the next room. He figures out after a few minutes that people must be in there, so he decides to join them, since if people are somewhere he needs to go where the people are, because he's a people. Seeing Loake talking to Andy, he decides to greet this "old acquaintance" of his the best way he knows how. Walking up to them quietly and startling them into jumping with a sudden statement. A statement such as this.

Loake stopped dead at the sound of Michaels voice. He recognised it...And it gave him a bad feeling. He couldn't recall where he knew it from, but he knew it...Turning to get a look at the mans face, he stopped, going wide-eyed. "Y..You! Aaah!" Loake quickly turned back to Andy and nodded. "I'll do it! Just let me out of here!" And with that, Loake dashed off, out of the house, and into the air as soon as he could, hoping to escape the man named Michael.

Not waiting for an answer, Michael heads out, following Loake as requested. Being a good thief, he attempts to yoink some random shiny thing on his way out. Of course, he forgets to check if anyone is watching him or not, but what're you gonna do?

There were several ways to go about this. One involved beating the living hell out of him until he gave her some information. The other involved playing along long enough to get some information, and failing to be useful, turning him into a snack, THEN making him tell. Jazz opted for the second option. Mostly due to being hungry.

Jazz smiled sweetly, taking care not to show her fangs then tipped a wink at him. "My name's Lucy, sugar, and mind tellin' me your name as well?"

Jazz mentally yoinked the name from her best friend from when she was growing up. His name was Ben, but he had a pet chocobo named Lucifer. Damned meanest chocobo ever. But it's full name was never used, so everyone ended up calling it Lucy. The reference made Jazz almost giggly, but she bottled it up, in hopes the young hooligan would take the bait.

"Surprising easy! Now to take this blood donor for all he's worth!" Jazz thought to herself.

"Jace, that's a great name, sugar." She scoots foreward a little, making sure to keep with the big red innocent eyes. "An' what are you doin' then hmmm? Don't tell me you're apart of THE Shango... that's mighty impressive if so..." She twirled a bit of hair around her finger, mentally laughing her ass off.

Blink blink. It took his brain time to register what was going on. "Ah..YEAH! I just joined up too!" He stood up straight cocky as a barnyard bull. "I know the big man. Me an' him? We're tight. Like brothers."

Jazz put her hands on her hips and pouted as cutely as she could. "Now you're just playing with me, so mean, and you're so good looking too..." Then she added the finishing touch, the flip of the hair.

Oh SWEET GODS! I'm glad Dae isn't around to witness this. Even if I'm faking like hell...I hope this sucker is buying the act though... She thought to herself.

She then turned to look at him and widened her eyes, "Or do you really know him? I mean...WOW. Please tell me which is it?" She played with the little bell on a ribbon around her neck, making it jingle a little.

Loake flew as long and as far as he could twards his appointed destination, Middith, using his old maps and such to help...However, sometimes, even a map can't help the directionally blind reach their destination.

Meanwhile, as Loake attempts to find Middith, Michael attempts to follow Loake. Just barely keeping him in sight, it takes him ever bit of speed to keep up with the flying person. The lure of eventual shinies is enough to prod Michael on, however, and he continues running, attempting to get his target's attention as he does so.

"Wait, Loake! You're my friend, and the person with the shinies wanted me to follow you!"

Michael continues yelling obliviously, running after Loake through the streets. A few blocks after Loake slowed down for Michael, once Michael finally got close enough to do so, he did something that would guarantee any pity Loake felt was completely nullified. He leapt into the air after Loake, clinging to him. The only question now was, could Loake's wings support both of them?

...Well, that, and would Loake's bloody stabbing of Michael remain just a fantasy. But that's more of a rhetorical question, really.

The secretary filed his nails. "Now. I was just trying to be an actual secretary, but whatever. He's down the hall- big, opulent double doors. Can't miss 'em." He blew the nail shards off of his fingers and admired them.

Thorwen's right eyebrow twitched at the sight of the bank owner as a low, angry mutter escaped his lips. What was suspected was quickly processed, with that man being what he was, Thor could hardly afford to be convivial. However, this sudden display of displeasure quickly righted itself as he assumed his normal disinterested expression. After all, he only had to convince the man to fund a project.

"I'm here as a representative," he said in a slightly bored tone, "of the Chief Reconstruction officer of Doma. He needs you to help finance the rebuilding."